Clinging to life

Clinging to life

With a cup of tea

And a biscuit.

Hooked up

Together

In rows,

Like battery hens.

Drip fed

Poison,

Sold as manna

From heaven.

A life line

Through a field

Of ghosts.

A nightmare

That terrifies,

Even in daylight.

Dazed and

Confused,

Left in a state

Of in fusion

Anti-emetics

And stomach cramps.

Still attached to

A vacuum pump,

A little something

For the weekend,

Carried in a bra

Or a bum bag.

Strangers are friends

For an hour or two

Every two weeks,

Until one day

Their chair

Is left empty

And in the silence

You recall

How friendly they were,

When you came

For the first time.

Cancer

Is a terrible crime

Another bad joke

On humanity

In a world

Too tragic

For slapstick..